The doors opened to either side.
A sizable crowd stood beyond them, men and women who looked either wealthy or influential at a glance.
Their gazes were critical, their disgust barely concealed. Every step they took inside was cautious, yet carried an air of condescension.
It was as though this place and the world they inhabited were as far apart as the clouds and the mud.
This place, Shanbei Psychiatric Hospital, was naturally the mud.
Che Quan sat at table 93 near the back, watching impassively as the lavishly dressed men and women poured into the visiting room.
Each held a numbered card.
Che Quan saw two people approach his table, a man and a woman. Both were young, seemingly in their early twenties, and both were attractive.
They looked at Che Quan with complicated expressions, then exchanged a glance before slowly sitting down.
The moment the woman saw him, her eyes reddened uncontrollably, as though she felt terribly guilty.
The man, however, stared at him with hostility while putting an arm around the distraught woman.
Che Quan raised an eyebrow slightly. He leaned his slender frame back, his manner cool and distant, waiting for them to explain why they had come.
The silence lasted about a minute.
At last, the woman spoke, sounding deeply saddened. "Che Quan, please don't blame us. Your brother and I had no choice."
Brother?
Che Quan remained expressionless, waiting for them to provide more information.
Just then, the man suddenly glared at him in anger and tightened his hold around the woman.
"Hey! Che Quan, what's with that look?! Do you think we owe you something?"
The man kept his voice low. "You think Yuanyuan apologizing to you makes you somebody? What right do you have to blame us? You brought all of this